There's a place hidden within our hearts,
Where secrets are protected from others,
That only one living being can ever shelter,
Tucked far and distant from probing eyes.

Experiences come from traveled roads,
The heart must interpret and learn to know,
Just what is important and what is not,
Cast inward and outward as we devise.

There never is just pain alone and joy,
For the human condition is so displayed,
But we must never surrender to sadness,
If we are to know the meaning of  our lives.

But the hidden heart dwells deep inside us,
Opened cautiously for those who share souls,
With acceptance and denial both coping there,
With many meanings left to be so defined.